Nothing But Treble

Our third local-band compilation CD!

Fear not, connoisseurs of fine music everywhere—Britney Spears is nowhere to be found on Nothing but Treble, our third local-band compilation CD. Instead, we've got 22 tracks by 22 Orange County/Long Beach artists—none of whom has breast implants (so far as we know), but each of whom has somehow survived our infamously strict, grueling quality-assurance process and Extreme Scrabble Tournament for the opportunity to please you, loyal Weekly page-flipper, with their blinding, orgasmic brilliance. If we do say so ourselves, this one's our best yet (though we'll likely say that about the next one, too). So already-mega is Nothing but Treble, so deafening the buzz, that bootlegged copies have allegedly been spotted circulating on eBay for $8,000 a pop!

You, however, are too smart to fall for that—as of today, the thing is free, free, free! You know the drill by now: skip over to page 31, clip out the coupon, and take it to one of the fine retail establishments you see listed for your very own copy. No purchase necessary, even!

All the bands on our comp can be found sweating it out in the clubs of OC/LB on a regular basis, and they can all really use your love (in the form of your cover charge and beer purchases). If you like what you hear, then turn off that goddamn Survivor show, get out of the house, go catch them live, and buy their CD/T-shirt/sticker swag. They'll love you right back. Some might even French you if you're cute enough.

And now, the complete track-by-track rundown of Nothing but Treble, Volume Three of Weekly-sanctioned tuneage:

1. RELISH, "Flesh and Kings." Crunchy rock & roll poetry from Fullerton and parts elsewhere. They were on the Warped Tour, you know.

2. ALL THE MADMEN, "Suicide Motorpool." Monster-riff-powered, a song to blast while driving erratically down the 405.

17. THE ANGORAS, "Sick Dance." Featuring Weekly associate music editor Alison M. Rosen, and we considered the possibility that this would look like favoritism, but it's because we liked the Angoras way before she got the gig.

18. FILMORE, "There Was You." An innocent love song pumped up with zesty, hooky guitars. The perfect antidote to aggro-rock.

19. THE FIRE ANTS, "Going Numb." More tension-and-release from the heroes of the Fountain Valley scene.